Sought out a sinking ship, laid around for a former day;
when I could pull out and locate another place to dock.
and an endless cruise doesn't end up costing more in the end,
when you sum the worth of your work.

I've been living my life as a passive watcher
regardless of the constant workings of my brain,
my analytic self takes the back seat. Bastard critic.

Living people take my air away, pushing on me--
creases in my clothes and wrinkles on my face.
pulling at the single thread away from
letting the seams separate. Stains on my teeth,
ankles hidden by dancers around me. Spin circles inside,
watching the machine.

You think new love has bloomed, right before the promising day;
when that fresh life walks up and shakes her ass a bit. The cycle
has begun, something intriguing has recaptured your attention,
and you'ld swear you have the best of intentions... but this family
is one torn in parts.

Allurance states her name, takes a seat, and discovers
she hasn't changed at all. Changes her mind.
Offers a handshake to the man in line and soon finds herself on knees;
fours to the floor, soon after that. It's a loss of dignity
and diversion from hope.
Adhere to the margin we have in mind and domestication is sure to follow.

It's okay to be insincere sometimes, when you're clocking in for a greater bid.
When you're putting change in a jar.  This is your rainy day,
life fulfilment for all to see. Just remind yourself; you are what you love;
all that you give, take, and receive.

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Two shapes challenging black. Orchids, unfamiliar hybrid -- eternal, untouchable;
Turned out to be us against me. So, let's see you challenge the moon sun day;
and let's see how long it takes.

Carelessly stapling busts out the light, flash bulb and the fly goes down.
I've stepped inside the entry way with no humor and will attest that, I know no fate.
If noses grew, would you believe me?
If my soul could meet your body in a dream, would you seek me?
If we could wed on the horizontal phase of freedom, would you marry me?

Reality checks are important for staying grounded.
Little reminders of why you are doing what you are doing.
Why you care for those you surround yourself with.
Everyday I face myself with the possibility that something horrible might happen,
and it reminds me to be patient and appreciative. Present.
Reminds me that loving unconditionally is true freedom.

I'm reaching my filthy hands towards you.
My animal ego changes shape - only with wills so strong
that her soul will bend.
Extend talons in attempt to evolve,
coupled with my white veil and extend my arms to take on this new form.

12 minutes of prime delivery, even after the expiration date.

I'm stuck on sleep - the inviting coma like a fucking thumb on your prostate.
Suck a fag. Check your mate and the bird, you'll find, has died.
Wash board, rub one out. Gifts to a tender underwater resurrection, pleasant in its own way--
but shameful in most other seasons.

Summer skins and winter coats, it's not so easy to true these crooked spokes.
And it hurts the most when I see that the spring charm hasn't worn off for others.
Makes me wonder how long we were carelessly fucking; falling.

Are you looking to see if my eyes are open?

Your light is shifting shapes in a way that discomforts.
Dodge the promise, the wedding, the vows.  All they do is tie you down.

//
Protective mothershell.
A novelty.
Skeletal maturity.
Domestic blindsight.
Oscillation decay.
//

Good woman takes more than a day to lay out your clothes, she's unfolding away -
with a noticable lack of ease and a subtle smile. After all and all,
we are on a stream and she has forgotten her place.

It became routine, in what was fast setting as,
two mundane lives that hold hands and turn old at each others sides.
The pinnacle of flavor, gone too soon.
What could have happened, that your dreams left you at such a young age?

No meteor mysticisms on the sides of empty seats, and close by you hear groans; in deep.
I'd like to make wish after wish at the sling shot site and give my hand in yours - but
I can't expect such contributions with your financial state.

Intsincts' will promises you safely to your fate.
Tapping fingers on the glass.

What are the chances that I could accept and catalyze a round of insanity, simultaneously?

Becoming aware of overdependence was the shock of particle loss and the rapid crash of a light head,
leaving a hole so large; the devil himself could board. Set apart.

I'm a mother's life bleeding.

Beloved, do not mistake this.